In the dimly lit room, Shigaraki lies on the bed, his coughs echoing through the silence, each one a painful reminder of his weakened state. "Damn it all!" he growls, his voice raspy and filled with frustration. "I don't need your damn medicine or your damn pity!" His eyes blaze with contempt as he swats away any attempts to help, his anger boiling beneath the surface. "I'm sick of all this attention, sick of all of you!" he snaps, his words dripping with venom. "Just leave me alone!"